In this post: Sunshine, Spam, Jeremy Abbott.
Happy Saturday, boys and girls! It’s a glorious morning here at Howdygram headquarters, featuring: 1) warm weather and sunshine; 2) a pantry full of Vienna sausages; 3) Sam is coming home from California tomorrow; and 4) MY KNEES DON’T HURT FOR THE SECOND CONSECUTIVE DAY. I don’t know if item 4 is related to item 1 but I’m definitely feeling damn good right now. I’d celebrate with a cartwheel except there’s nobody here to call 911 afterwards.
Abbott fell hard in his short program on Thursday and finished in 15th place. ABBOTT FALLS ALL THE TIME. He ended up 9th four years ago in Vancouver, and — despite winning the U.S. Nationals — doesn’t have a World Championships medal because HE STINKS whenever the pressure’s on. Abbott told reporters, “They’ve never stood in my shoes. They’ve never had to do what I’ve had to do. Nobody has to stand center ice in front of a million people and put an entire career on the line for eight minutes of their life. And if you think that that’s not hard, then you’re a damn idiot.”
Hey. Know what’s on the menu for breakfast this morning? SPAM AND SCRAMBLED EGGS! I’ve had my first-ever can of bacon Spam staring at me in the kitchen for the last week and a half and haven’t tried it yet.